My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees. My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies from a church on a breeze, to laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way, to sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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4505 | 2022-02-16 07:47:13 | 63.75 | 100% |
1926 | 2018-05-11 06:21:20 | 52.92 | 96% |